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"This racy story is unique, fun and scorchingly hot."

Kara Spencer has a feeling her boss wants to add some spice
to the magazine article she usually writes. Kara is
traveling in a blizzard to attend a sex conference and
interview a Tantric Master who believes sex can be a
religious experience. Kara believes everyone can enjoy the
pleasure of sex, one doesn't have to read this guy's book
to benefit from carnal pleasure, but for her article and
the readers she is willing to endure. Kara decides to use
research on flirting to see if she can gain the attention
of a hunky passenger thinking she will never see him again.
Kara is not only sitting next to the handsome guy she
flirted with before getting on the plane, but they are both
flying to the same location and he seems completely
interested.

J.M.'s last relationship left him wanting more; he wants a
love of his own, one he doesn't have to share, one to love
him for himself and not because he's a Tantric master
promising pleasure beyond normal limits, but for him alone.
On his flight to the sex conference where his seminar is
being held, J.M meets the woman he believes is perfect for
him. J.M. responds to her flirting, but after talking with
her, he finds she doesn't buy into his Tantric techniques.
She actually laughs at the idea of sex being a spiritual
experience giving him the perfect opportunity to convince
her to care for him for all the right reasons. Is J.M
asking for too much by risking everything only just to lose
it all?

SUMMARY

Kara is a sex columnist who thinks desire is purely
physical and steers clear of any romantic notions about
love. J.M. is a Tantra master who believes sex is a
spiritual union that brings lovers together body and soul.
They can’t deny their irresistible physical attraction—but
Kara knows they can never have a future outside the
bedroom. After all, Kara thinks Tantra is silly and the
whole elitist idea of sacred sex really bugs her. But after
a few heated nights of hands-on practice with her own
personal Tantra instructor, she experiences a soul-
shattering bliss more intense than anything she’s ever
felt. And she starts to wonder if there might be something
to Tantra after all…or could it be that J.M. has simply
stolen her heart?

Excerpt

J.M. smiled. So his perfect woman didn't believe in Tantra.
But she had read his book, which meant she'd at least given
it a chance. He was sure with a little time and the
opportunity to show her the benefits of Tantra, he could
convince her of its merits.

He probably should have told her he was the author of the
book before the conversation had gone too far, but he'd
wanted to hear her honest opinion. He couldn't tell her
now. At least, not right away. There was no point in
embarrassing her.

The seat belt sign flashed on and Kara buckled her seat
belt. She glanced at him nervously then gazed out the
window. He was fairly sure her jitters were less from the
idea of landing than from his invitation to spend more time
together.

Although she had flirted shamelessly in the airport, it had
been clear, especially when she'd seen him in the seat next
to hers, that she'd never intended it to lead anywhere.

Given the obvious attraction between them-and the fact he
knew she was the woman he had manifested as his perfect
mate-he fully intended to convince her to spend the night
with him. He might know they were meant to be together, but
he still had to convince her of that.

* * *

Kara's stomach clenched as the aircraft came to a stop at
the gate and people rose from their seats and filled the
aircraft aisle. Once off the aircraft, she knew she could
just excuse herself and slip off to the ladies' room, or
whatever, and give J.M. the slip. But… did she really want
to do that?

She watched him as he stood up and opened the overhead
compartment. He pulled out her carry-on and placed it on
the seat.

My God, not only was he a gentleman, he was observant-
remembering exactly which bag of the several up there was
hers. He was a sensitive man, too. Warm and concerned for
others' feelings. She could tell that by their
conversation. And she liked being around him. That and he
was extremely sexy. The attraction between them was blazing
hot and… she hadn't been with a guy for a while.

As the line of people began to move, J.M. waited for her to
move in front of him, then followed her toward the front of
the aircraft.

Maybe she should look at this as a golden opportunity. She
could have a one-night-stand-something she'd never done
before-with a sensational guy. And she didn't have to worry
about the repercussions, like the awkwardness the following
morning when they promised to call each other knowing full
well they never would, or the potential embarrassment of
running into each other again after breaking that promise.

Of course, he was a great guy and maybe she would want to
see him again… but that point was moot since the likelihood
they lived anywhere near each other was remote. Just
because they flew out of the same airport didn't mean
anything. She lived nearly fifty miles form the airport and
he might live fifty miles in the opposite direction.

"Good night." The airline hostess nodded as Kara stepped
past her. "I hope you enjoyed the flight," she said as J.M.
passed her.

The more Kara thought about it, the more she realized she
did not want to let this chance slip away.

They walked through the long tunnel leading from the plane
to the gate, then stepped into the bustle of the terminal.
The flow of people headed toward an airline representative
waving them toward a counter along the side where a long
line-up was forming.

J.M. slowed, then rested his hand on her arm and guided her
out of the flow of traffic.

"Hold on a second," he said.

She nodded as she watched him pull out his cell phone and
flick the keypad. A moment later, he turned away while he
talked to someone, then he flipped the phone closed.

"I don't really want to get caught up in that," he said,
nudging his head toward the hoard of people heading to the
airline desk to retrieve their hotel voucher, "so I just
reserved a room at Angel's Inn, a small hotel just a few
miles from the airport."

Kara knew with so many people arriving all at once at the
hotels where the airlines would be placing people, it would
probably be hours before they got a room. There would be
line-ups to get the vouchers, then for the shuttles to the
hotels, then to register for their rooms, et cetera.

Oh, damn. Was this goodbye?

She remembered the warmth of J.M.'s hand on her back, and
the calm that had resonated from his touch. She had no
doubt the heat of his touch could elicit far more than a
calming response. An electric zing spiked through her at
the thought of his arms encircling her, drawing her close
to his body, of those full lips capturing hers in a
smoldering kiss.

She was sure he was as interested as she was but… she
hadn't given him any hints. With her luck, he'd walk out of
her life any second, if she didn't do something. Now.

She stepped toward him and, before she could change her
mind, settled her hands on his shoulders, pushed herself
onto her toes, and pressed her lips to that sensuous mouth
of his. An electric tingle shimmered through her and her
hormones danced in delight. Their mouths parted and she
stared at him, allowing the heat she felt to shine in her
eyes.

At the sight of his brown eyes, dark with desire, her
breath caught. Oh, God, she wanted to feel this man's arms
around her. To feel his lips plundering hers. To touch that
magnificent body of his.

His arms slid around her and he pulled her against him, his
mouth finding hers again. His lips moved on hers and she
glided her arms around his shoulders. She'd been right
about the muscles under his shirt. She felt the solid
contours of his arms embracing her and her breasts pressed
against a hard, sculpted chest. His tongue brushed against
her lips and she parted. As he swept inside her mouth and
stroked, she melted against him.

He released her lips and brushed the hair over her temple.
She could feel his warm breath against her ear. "I was
going to invite you to share my room. Does this mean yes?"

Butterflies danced inside her stomach. She could still back
out. A kiss wasn't a commitment to all out sex.

Ah, damn, Kara, don't second guess everything.

Why not allow herself to experience what could only be a
magnificent adventure? Sure, she'd never had a one night
stand before, but hadn't she been the one saying that
people could enjoy sex without guilt? So why couldn't she
enjoy a sexual adventure with a man she'd just met? They'd
talked, gotten to know one another. This mutual attraction
between them was downright sizzling.

He kissed her again, his lips moving on hers in a sinfully
sexy caress.

"What do you say, Kara?"

She simply nodded, unable to find her voice.

He smiled, then wrapped his hand around her elbow and led
her into the cold, snowy night. Somehow, he flagged down a
cab within minutes and they were on their way to the
Angel's Inn.

* * *

Kara stepped into the room as J.M. held the door for her.
Her eyes widened at the large, luxurious suite.

"Pretty fancy," she said.

He followed her into the room and closed the door. She
kicked off her boots, then slid her coat from her
shoulders. He took it and hung it in the closet.

"I thought you might prefer to have a little space." He
hung his own coat beside hers.

She stepped further into the large room, glancing around at
the soft beige couch and chair across from a cherry cabinet
which probably held a TV inside. Plants and artwork gave
the sitting area a homey feel. There was a doorway straight
ahead that probably led to the bedroom.

She smiled. "You mean, I can sleep on the couch if I like?"

He carried their cases across the room and set them by the
bedroom door.

"If you don't want to share the bed, I'll sleep on the
couch."

She quirked her head. "Really?"

He stepped toward her and anticipation fluttered through
her. His brown eyes darkened as he stroked his hand over
her cheek. Heat shimmered through her and her heart
thundered in her chest. He cupped her face and gazed into
her eyes.

"I don't want you to feel pressured into anything just
because you agreed to stay the night." He stroked her
cheek. "As for protection, I've been tested recently so
there are no worries about that, but I can get some condoms
if you'd like."

She shook her head. "I've been tested, too."

Her gaze dropped to his lips… full and sensuous. Her whole
body tingled, wanting to feel his mouth on hers. Her lips
parted as she tilted her head and pressed her lips to his.

Warm. And firm.

The moment their lips met, she could sense his control… as
if he had to stop himself from dragging her against him and
ravaging her. His mouth moved on hers with a sweet
tenderness. His tongue trailed along the seam of her lips,
then pressed inside. She met him, gliding her tongue over
his, then dove into the heat of his mouth. He tasted minty
male… and very sexy.

Their lips parted and she wrapped her arms around his neck
and stroked her cheek against his raspy one.

"I want to be here. With you," she murmured against his ear.

He captured her lips again, pulling her tight to his body,
crushing her breasts against his solid muscular chest. Her
nipples hardened and heat simmered through her entire body.

Oh, God, she wanted him.

A knock sounded at the door and she stiffened and took a
quick step back. Who knew they were here?

"When I checked in, I asked them to have room service send
up some wine," he explained. "I thought you might like
that."

She smiled and nodded. He crossed the room and opened the
door and the bellman entered the room and placed a tray
with a bottle of wine and two tall stemmed glasses on the
round cherry dining table, big enough for two, beside the
sitting area.

"Open it now, sir?" he asked.

"Please."

The uniformed man pulled out a small device from his pocket
and flipped up a short knife to cut away the metal foil
covering the cork, then flipped up a corkscrew, which he
pushed into the cork, then drew it from the tall black
bottle.

"That's fine, thank you." J.M. signed the bill, adding a
generous tip, then the man left the room. J.M. returned to
the bottle, filled the two glasses, then handed her one.

She took a sip. She didn't drink wine a lot, but she
appreciated the dry yet slightly fruity flavour.

She took another sip, wondering how these things usually
went. Should she just rip off her clothes and jump into his
arms? Or wait for him to make the first move?

She sipped again and glanced at him. He smiled.

"You don't have to be nervous. We'll go at whatever pace
suits you."

Damn, but the man seemed to know her thoughts.

The problem was, she wanted to rip off her clothes and feel
his naked flesh against hers… right now… but she didn't
want him to think her too anxious. Oh, God, that had to be
a holdover from her straight-laced mother. What was wrong
with letting a man know she found him attractive and wanted
to have sex with him?

Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his full lips, then
drifted downward, over his broad, muscular chest, to his
narrow waist. Lower to his fitted black jeans, gliding over
his crotch, which was stretching tight over a growing
bulge. Her gaze shifted upward again until she met his
silky-hot gaze. His lips turned up in a half smile. His
gaze slipped to her lips and lingered, then glided to her
breasts. Her nipples swelled as he focused on one, then the
other until they ached with need. He shifted lower,
perusing her body with intense male interest.

"You are an attractive, sexy woman." His voice, smooth as
velvet, caressed her senses, sending tremors through her
body.

She took another sip of wine, then placed her glass on the
table. Her fingers curled around the top button of her
blouse, then she released it. She dipped her fingers under
the fabric and between her breasts. His gaze glued to her
hand. She released the next button, exposing a little lace
from her bra. She ran her fingers along the sides of her
blouse, parting the fabric a fraction more, loving the heat
simmering in his eyes as he watched. She released the next
three buttons, then parted the fabric to reveal her black
lace bra.

She tugged the blouse from her waistband and pushed it off
her shoulders, allowing both her suit jacket and blouse to
fall to the floor. As she reached behind to unfasten the
button of her skirt, she was well aware of how her breasts
pushed forward. She slipped the skirt from her hips and
dropped it to the floor, then stepped out of it and kicked
it away. Now she stood in front of him in only her black
bra and panties, a garter belt, and stockings.

"My God, you are… incredible," he said.

She stepped toward him, her hips swaying, and she wrapped
her arms around him and kissed him. Her body, including her
semi-naked breasts, pressed against the smooth fabric of
his shirt, while the coarser wool of his casual blazer
brushed her sides. The heat of his body… the textures of
his clothing… the hot moistness of his mouth as her tongue
swirled inside him… all provided a sensuous onslaught.

Anxious to feel his naked body against hers, she reached
for his shirt buttons and began releasing them. She drew
her mouth from his and eased back. He flicked the last few
buttons lose then shrugged free of his shirt and jacket.
His massive chest, contoured with muscles, took her breath
away. She ran the flat of her hand across the silky steel
of his tightly defined abs… then downward. He flung open
his jeans and dropped them to the floor, then kicked them
aside. She stroked over the massive bulge in his briefs and
he groaned.

He grasped her wrist and drew her hand to his lips, then
kissed it.

She cupped his cheek and gazed at him. "Don't you want me
to touch you?" she asked, her voice sultry.

"I do, I just…"

"Want to keep control?"

He smiled and nodded.

"So… what if you don't? What if you just let yourself lose
control?"

* * *

J.M. had been finding it difficult to keep control with
Kara. Seeing her sexy body… feeling her hands on him… her
mouth… He had years of Tantra training... was used to
keeping control of his arousal… controlling when he
climaxed. Yet one touch of her hand and he felt ready to
burst.

What would happen if he just let go of control? No matter
what, he didn't want to make it obvious he used Tantric
techniques. Not since he knew she'd read his book and was
against the idea of Tantra. Another time, when they could
discuss it. He didn't want to ruin tonight with a possible
argument.

She smiled and stroked down his chest. Her delicate fingers
brushed over his flesh… over his abs… toward his aching
cock. He sucked in a shallow breath as she brushed over his
cock again, then pushed aside the cotton of his briefs and
freed his aching member.

She wrapped both hands around his erection… and simply
gazed at it. It twitched within her grasp. She pressed one
hand against his chest, keeping the other firmly wrapped
around his shaft, then backed him up until he felt the
couch behind him, then sat down. She crouched in front of
him and slid the briefs off then... oh, her lips wrapped
around him and she swallowed his cock head into her hot,
moist mouth.